too drunk to consent? what is consent did he know i was too drunk to consenti know he knows i was too drunk to consent how many shots before its rape what if he had a glass of wine too i think i had 7 shots is that enough to be rape if i don’t remember is it rape if he knows i dont remember but we both laugh in the morning is it rapeif i hand him his phone and kiss him goodbye the next day is it rape i was making out with another boy in the hallway while he waited in my bed is it still rape am i too promiscuous can sluts be raped i always say yes but this time i was too drunk to even get the word out is it rape

"I shaved my head because he said he liked the way my long hair felt in his hands. I shaved my head to look more queer, in the hopes of having to fearfully reject less men. I shaved my head because it was something I could control when everything else made me feel like I was losing my mind, my self, and my presence as a person."

He then proceeds to have sex with me even as I'm crying and telling him I need to sober up. I don't remember what happened after that. Many times before this night he'd told me that one day my drinking habits might get me into trouble.

When I was in high school, a close friend of mine assaulted me in a bank vault. Before he did, he told me that I belonged to him and destroyed the reality I thought I lived in. Five months later when I told my principal what happened, she told me that the world was mine.

It took a year before I told anyone what had happened. I didn't want to think about it or admit that my silence around what I had experienced was affecting my health and my relationships. I knew I had been raped but admitting it made me feel weak. As a woman, I've thought about rape and I had it in my mind that I would fight mercilessly, but when it was happening I froze. He became forceful and I pushed his hand away and said no firmly but the moment I realized I might not be able to fight him I froze. I could hear friends in the other room but I couldn't yell, it wasn't until one friend knocked on the door that he stopped, got up and told me he really liked me. I had no emotion. I just got up, pulled my dress back down over my hips and left the room. A year later on the exact date I was raped I woke up crying uncontrollably and knew I had to talk about it. Breaking the silence was when I began the healing process.

- By Lauren

"It will be fun, relax"

​- By Sadie Higgins

"Será divertido, relájate"

- Por Sadie Higgins

In self-defense classes, the first thing they teach you is the importance of using your voice. They make you practice yelling "stay back" and "no" as loud as possible over and over again.

But when a man -much taller and physically stronger than you- suddenly is on top of you and pulling you down as you try to escape, you don't have your voice.​You freeze. In silence.​- By Ely Wright

Diary Entry 7/27/15: "I woke up without pants. I want to cry and throw up. I don't even know the kids name. At what point is sexual assault rape? I really think I tried to stop it. But what do I do?”​- By Sadie Higgins

Two friends. A boy and a girl. Sixteen, at most. A birthday party sleep over. The room is filled with people, but everyone's sleeping. The girl included. The boy isn't. They're on opposite sides of the bed. He's sprawled. She's tucked into a ball.

"He drove me home afterwards and made me kiss him goodnight."​- By Sara Kelly

"Me llevó a casa después y me hizo darle besos de buenas noches."

- Por Sara Kelly

My safest space. A cave made for me by my loved ones. A space perfectly designed as my hideout. He could never get to me there. Being there, I can feel how lucky I am to have the support that I have. To have parents that I know want to protect me with every cell in their bodies. There, is my safest place.- By Aya Razzaz

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Most days It is background static. Some nights I need to cut deep into my skin to make It go away.